the past... is full of stresssssssss... number 6 i think?
I do not own Maid-sama!
Misaki walked out of the ballroom, unnoticed. Or at least that's what she thought. "Hello there," said a voice behind her. Misaki froze and slowly turned around to meet with a blonde-haired man. "H-hello," Misaki replied uneasily. "Hey, don't hog her for yourself," said another voice behind her. Misaki turned around again and saw a guy with bleached blonde hair. "Um? And you are?" Misaki asked.
"I am Tora Igarashi. And that person over there is Usui Takumi," the man with bleach blonde hair said, pointing to himself and then the other guy. "Oh. Pleased to meet you, but I need to get going," Misaki said, bowing. "Why are you leaving so early? Wouldn't you want to stay a bit longer?" Tora asked, advancing towards Misaki. "Why don't you accompany me tonight? It's quite boring," Usui said, advancing towards her as well.
Misaki stood calmly and said," I'm sorry, but I am quite busy right now. I need to get back. Excuse me," she said, attempting to get out of the predictment. As she was walking past them, the two grabbed her arms and said," I'm sorry but we don't want you to leave." Misaki roughly jerked her arms out of the hands. "I'm sorry, but I need to be going," Misaki said, glaring daggers at them before she left.
"A hard one eh?" Tora said, smirking. "I'm going to get her first," Usui said, walking back into the ball room.
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im so stupidddddd
